Chapter 1: Taste of Power
Notes:
This Portion will be a short foreword so people will know what they are getting into with this fic. I really do advise people to actually read this as this fic deals with some very heavy topics that Will Not be for everybody.
Firstly, the basis of this fic works on the premise that the Horcrux inside Harry's mind presents itself in a way that is almost like a parasite in his mind. Harry's soul and the portion of Voldemort's soul he left inside Harry fight for control of the host body. This expresses itself much like schizophrenia or schizoaffective disorder would in a 'muggle'. Harry will be effected with things like visions, hallucinations, irrational thoughts, paranoia, as well as drastic and sometimes violent mood swings. I am in no way saying that people suffering with Mental Health disorders are violent, but someone with literally the most evil wizard of all time sharing their mind would be. I will also be working on the basis that we all know the canon Harry Potter story, so some things will be somewhat glanced over in favor of keeping the story moving towards the smut scences.
Secondly, this fic will be Very Dark. Please read all the tags and make sure you're comfortable with everything that it says, as I try to be very thorough with them so nobody gets shocked. If you see any I am missing I would appreciate it if you let me know. Also if a tag is there, do not take it lightly. For example Rape/Non-Con is one of the main tags on there, please do not come complaining to me because one character rapes another, tags are there for a reason, and I don't condone anything I write.
Lastly, the main pairing in this fic will be Harry/Hermione, but will work its way into harem with Harry always alpha, and some more unique parings along the way. Even I don't really know what the future will hold for this fic at this point, as most of my writing is flow of consciousness but you can expect a plethora of kinks. The only kinks I can think of that I can say with like 90% certainty will not be explored is, heavy scat, lactation, anything solely m/m, vore, inflation…..but no promises. Also this being an obviously AU fic the timing of some things will be different such as the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and Luna already being friendly with the 'main characters'.
For the time being please keep any criticism to yourself, suggestions and questions are welcomed, but I am really not putting this work out there so I can be criticized by everyone that reads it. I am judgment free and will hopefully respond to everyone. I hope you all enjoy, and continue to do so as this story continues to evolve.
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Chapter Text
In the late hours of a warm summers night in Surrey, a sole occupant of number 4 Privet Drive, lay sleepless atop the shabby duvet of his lumpy hand-me-down bed. The creaky, ever compressed springs in the center evidence of its former owner, did little to help the young man's already ongoing battle with insomnia. His weary body lay quiescent, while his mind mixed into a medley of disorder. He wished for nothing more than to be normal, If only for a short moment. Harry Potter was however, not normal. He was in fact the furthest thing from normal one could feasibly be. A perfect example of an anomaly.
It started when he was just an infant, swaddled in warm bassinet, gently swinging. A Dark Lord determined to kill would unknowingly deposit something in his tender mind. A piece of his own soul, his own evil, would latch on to the young Harry like a parasite, and as the messy haired boy began to grow, so did the thing still rooted on to his very soul. It was this thing, this covert stain, that went years unnoticed and dormant that had been the cause of his recent lack of sleep.
The evil attached to Harry had begun to wake from its own long slumber. Slowly over the past few weeks it had begun to seep into his psyche, forcing his mind into truly dark places. Violent visions, ideas, and even unnatural desires some may call fantasies would find themselves clawing at his innermost self. Urges to control people by force, or even hurt those around him had begun to make Harry feel as if by some sick twist of fate, he was destined, or perhaps doomed to be somehow similar to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Perhaps what made young Harry most uncomfortable was the fact that these dark flashes as he had taken to referring to them as, usually resulted in the common teen male problem of an embarrassingly hard to hide erection. As Harry lay there, completely unaware of what was currently stirring in the recesses of his mind, he closed his eyes slowly in an uneasy attempt for sleep. Like a switch being flicked by an unperceived being, Harry was immediately assaulted by another one of these unwanted visions.
Harry was standing in the center of a poorly lit, unkempt stone room that looked like it belonged in some tucked away unwanted part of Hogwarts. He was holding an outstretched arm perfectly unwavering as he pointed his wand directly at the backside of a naked female. The young woman was bent forward over a solid wooden desk, with her face out of view. It was evident in the haphazard way they hung around her calves that her white panties had been yanked downwards, forcibly exposing her rounded ass. Harry took note of one thing as he studied her body, just above her right buttocks was a series of fresh cuts dug into the skin. The cuts, though more than just superficial, were not bleeding. They instantly struck him as being done by magic, due to the fact that they seemingly burned red, like they were being branded from the inside. More of note than just the cuts themselves were how they were positioned, as they clearly spelled out a single word in all capitals, MINE. Reading this, Harry realized that it was his outstretched wand that had just carved into this poor brown-haired girls exposed ass. He heard the girl whimper in pain.
Immediately Harry re-opened his eyes to rid himself of the disturbing vision. His heart was racing as he found himself laying there in bed with an outstretched arm, wand in hand, mirroring what he saw when he closed his eyes. Harry knew the things he saw in these dark flashes where not real or tangible, but they made him uneasy all the same. He wanted nothing more than to comfort the poor girl as the vision felt so concrete. He could still smell the dingy stone walls, still hear her ragged breaths.
Harry sat up, letting his legs hang off the side of his bed. Taking his wand in both hands he began to rotate it in his fingers, studying it. Surely the wand he was looking at would never cast magic so foul as to mark one like property.
Still spinning the wand idlely, Harry's mind wandered to the recent train ride back to Platform 9 from Hogwarts. Ron had fallen asleep, leaving Hermione and himself mostly alone. As Harry looked languidly out the window at the passing hills, Hermione had asked him if he had been getting enough sleep. Like usual she could read him like a book, so he admittedly said no. Though he went no further in telling her why, she offered him all sorts of techniques and tricks on how to relax and fall asleep easier, like she was reading them straight out of a self help book.
Harry had tried some of her suggestions before, but with the disturbing visions becoming more and more common every time he would make an attempt at resting, he decided that it was worth another shot. Anything was worth a shot at this point if it would get him sleep.
Setting his glasses and wand on his nightstand, Harry scooted himself backwards on his bed so his back was pressed against the wall comfortably. Trying to clear his mind completely, he exhaled all the air he could find in his lungs. Only once he could no longer continue to exhale, did he take a smooth deep inhale, refiling his lungs with oxygen, and closed his eyes. He focused only on the breathing, counting backwards from ten as he tried to block out all external stimuli. The gentle rattle of wind on the windows, a hum of a TV left on by Dudley hours ago, an ever so slightly earthy odor of left open owl food, the feeling of his chest rising and falling, and then nothing. Harry's eyes shot open expecting to be standing back behind the poor girl with the marked ass, yet all he saw was a white formless mist. Turning to look in all directions he could see nothing more than the velvety whiteness around him, yet somehow, shapes and forms began to become visible in it, like the more he looked the more his brain was able to recognize. It was only when he got the vaguest idea that he was in some sort of train station did something break the quiet of the white emptiness. A whimper sounded out from just behind him.
Spinning quickly around, he could see something strange on the floor. Whatever it was, was curled tightly on the ground under a pure white bench. Harry wished to himself he could get a better look at the odd thing. Then suddenly as the creature whimpered out again in what seemed to be pain, Harry could immediately see it clearer, as if his wish was granted. He was less then ten feet away now, as the fleshy looking thing rolled to its other side, now facing directly at him. It was an odd naked amalgamation of a small horrible looking child. Harry looking at its face thought for a moment he recognized it, like a face that had been in his mind since birth but he had never known until this very moment. Still trying to figure out what the creature was, it suddenly opened its eyes, staring directly at Harry. He knew it could see him, as it opened its mouth in a tortured attempt at speech. All that came out was another feeble whimper.
Harry stepped forward, he could tell the poor thing was in pain. The creature reacted by stretching a withered grotesque hand towards Harry. Without a thought Harry responded by reaching back as if to help the miserable being. The moment the two hands met Harry felt what could only be described as a surge of magic unlike anything anyone had ever experienced burst through him. It was the single most intense feeling Harry would ever feel. Every inch of his body was in simultaneous agony and bliss, an orgasmic crucio. He could feel his soul being severed inch by inch, messily yanked apart only for portions to be replaced by this creature. Whatever it was it felt cold, the kind of coldness that come from a lifetime of never knowing love, or happiness, or even friendship. As these two souls melded inside of Harry, his own and the copy Voldemort fortuitously deposited, Harry could feel the Dark Lord's foreign forbidden magic mixing with his own…becoming his own. In that instant Harry Potter understood everything. He understood his connection to the Dark Lord, and he understood magic on a primal level the pain, the pleasure, the emotion it was all apart of it. Harry silently cried out once more as the magic enveloped him, shooting through every inch of his body.
Then just as quickly as it had began it was over. Harry sat upright on the same old bed in the spare room of privet drive, staring at the wall across from him, panting as small beads of sweat formed at his hairline. As the raven-haired boy began to collect his senses he realized his dick was tenting the inside of his pants. Not only that but it seemed as if his recent experience had caused him to finish, multiple times from the feel of the mess. Being a 14 year old boy this bothered him very little. He was far more concerned with the new gift he had found inside his own psyche. Things we different now, clear, concise, as if he could feel himself operating on a higher level. That and he was sleepy, actually tired for the first time in a long time. Noting this Harry cast a quick scourgeify on his slowly un-swelling crotch and closed his eyes for sleep.
It was only in the moments just between awake and elsewhere that Harry realized he had just nonchalantly cast his first non-verbal spell and as a minor not in school. Interesting he thought, could the ministry detect non-verbal infractions of the minor magic rules? The answer seemed not to matter that much to Harry in the moment as his eyes were figuratively opened, and literally closing for sleep.
It was only in the moments just between awake and elsewhere that Harry realized he had just nonchalantly cast his first non-verbal spell and as a minor not in school. Interesting he thought, could the ministry detect non-verbal infractions of the minor magic rules? The answer seemed not to matter that much to Harry in the moment as his eyes were figuratively opened, and literally closing for sleep.
The following days of school break were quite interesting for young Harry, and he noted plenty of changes in himself. The first major change was his physique. Though Harry had sat through a gruelingly awkward puberty talk with Madame Pomfrey, he was sure there was something more to what was currently happening to him. If Harry had to take a guess he would say the new powerful magic flowing through him was actually shaping his body to what appeared to be his own personal idealized form. Though no-one could have realistically called the 14 year old seeker prodigy a chump, lately his body simply looked and felt better. His muscles a bit more springy, a bit more solid, a bit more defined. Not just his muscles but he had grown in height as well, and not just toe to forehead which was almost matching that of his oaf of a cousin. There was no way else to say it, Harry was becoming quite the hung young man and he knew it. Since the 'event' as he'd been calling it Harry could tell his masculine parts had been growing quickly. He had begun the habit of measuring himself up to his wand at night like most young wizards and muggles alike. Though Harry currently saw himself as a decent size, guessing to be about seven and a half inches and extremely thick, this was at least an inch improvement from only a couple months ago and he knew he was only continuing to grow.
The second overall change Harry noted was the feeling of power Harry felt regularly. It was almost as if he could feel the magic oozing out of himself. Even the Durseleys seemed to be affected by this. Vernon once even found himself in a stuttering fit as he tried to yell at Harry one night until he just sort of shuffled off mumbling something about the 'Loony Bin'. Harry began to truly understand the potential of his new found gift, as he had began calling it, with the effect he seemed to have started taking on Petunia. Though she never really shown had the out right meanness Vernon consistently did. Lately she seemed to be, for lack of a better word shy around Harry. One afternoon as Harry finished up the last of the Dursley's daily dishes he heard Petunia step into the kitchen. As harry gave a quick look back he could see she was carrying a glass fished from the haystack that was Dudley's room. As their eyes met Petunia froze in place for half a second, just enough for Harry to notice. Her eyes immediately averted Harry's gaze, and either she had a new make-up regiment or her cheeks were filled with a slight excess of blood in that moment. As Petunia stepped toward the sink to deposit the glass Harry noted from his peripheral that Petunia's eyes were no longer averted, in fact they were looking at Harry and anywhere but his face, lingering for moments in not so subtle locations.
Petunia's voice nearly wavered as she spoke, "Make sure you get all the way inside this one, Duddies seems to have let something dry up in there."
"Yes Petunia, is there anything else you'd like from me?" Harry replied without so much as as glancing her way.
In the brief silence before she responded, Harry made a discovery with his newfound power. As he stood there, hands idly scrubbing a plate, Harry could feel his magic seeping out of him, slowing permeating. Mentally, the same way he would focus a spell, he let this presence wash over Petunia, and the result was curious as he noted her her unfaltering sneer drop momentarily. Her knees grew ever closer and her free hand shot out to grasp the counter. Harry did not know how he knew this but at that moment something in the back of his mind yelled, "The bitch is wet". This realization gave Harry a shudder, not simply because he was a 14 year old exponentially maturing male, but the thought of the power he must now possess to do something like that to someone otherwise so cold was extremely enticing to him. In this moment of inner reflection Harry noticed he had taken his right hand from the sink and was currently grasping the wand in his pocket. Small shiver sprang from the tip of his finger to the back of his skull.
Without further acknowledgment of Harry's presence, Petunia hurried out of the kitchen. Harry silently gagged to himself as the picture of Petunia and Vernon hot, sweaty, and naked flashed into his mind. Luckily the last of the dishes took his mind elsewhere.
Later that night Harry found himself once again in bed with a restless mind. For some reason he could not get the thought of what happened in the kitchen out of his mind. The thought of his genuinely awful aunt becoming wet and excited because of him, was tantalizing to his hormone addled mind. Surely he could not find her attractive right? He was not some old lady fetishist. He had never jerked off to thoughts of Petunia before, usually thoughts of Cho, Ginny, the entirety of the Holyhead Harpies, that younger muggle neighbor girl that Dudley liked to pick on, the very attractive weather lady Vernon liked to watch, all the ladies from the swimsuit magazine he had hidden under his dresser shelf, and just about every other young witch from Ravenclaw to Slytherin. Then Harry had a realization, it had nothing to do with Petunia and all to do with himself. The power is what did it for Harry. It's what he always really craved, the power to defeat Voldemort, the power to keep his friends safe, the power to see his family, and apparently this included the power to influence. What about the power to rule?, to dominate? Harry's imagination took him far that night edging until his fantasy eventually turned to him on top of Cho, bottomed out into her slick pussy. His strong hands aggressively tightening around her neck as her pussy tightened around him and she grasped at his hands in search of oxygen. Harry's orgasm was powerful that night and as he came he could feel his magic, his power burst out of him as well. What he could not feel or could not know was at that same time down the hallway Petunia awoke at the very moment with ragged breathes and wet fingers. What she could remember from her dream was two powerful hands gripped around her throat pinning her to the bed. The sounds of wet flesh on flesh filling her ears, a fullness she had never felt before, and lastly her sisters eyes, Harry's eyes, staring into hers as she lost control of her extremities from the most intense orgasm she ever had.
As the break neared its end Harry continue to test the range of his new magic by testing Petunia's limits. One night just days before his return to Hogwarts Harry decided to see exactly how far he could go. This night the Dursleys were settled around the television like usual, watching some muggle reporter go on about a cheating scandal in the latest local rugby game. Vernon took the sofa per usual as Petunia, Dudley, and Harry took the couch, Petunia in the middle. As they sat there Vernon pointed things out to a Dudley face down in some new muggle gadget. This is when Harry started to let go of his magic, slowly at first, just enough to tickle Petunia's senses. Never looking at Harry, but now also not looking at the screen Petunia began to play with the hem of her summer dress, flattening invisible wrinkles in her lap. Harry pushed a little more. Petunia's knees met and began to grind together. Harry pushed a bit more. A small squeaky inhale slipped out of Petunia. Harry pushed again, focusing his magical energy straight to Petunia's core. A sharp "oh" delighted his ears as Petunia stood up and quickly left the room. Without enough care to turn his head Vernon said "Yes yes goodnight dear".
Harry quickly slipped out of the room without a noise, stopping only to notice the almost imperceptibly small wet spot where Petunia sat not 2 seconds ago. Harry followed her up the stairway, his mind was racing and cock throbbing from his little test and he knew he had to do something about it. For weeks Petunia had been walking around him in an almost constant state of want and he made up his mind right there in the moment what he was going to do. He heard the bathroom door close as he reached the final step. Without hesitation he cast a quick wordless alohomora and opened the door quietly. Inside he found Petunia her back towards him, bent over the sink one hand on the counter and one hand furiously plunging into herself. She had not heard him enter and Harry used this moment to silently cast a quick Confundus charm with a very specific message, "if you want it, all you have to do is beg, nobody will know". With his suggestion in place Harry did another thing the old him would have been mortified to do. He unbuttoned his trousers, letting them slide to the floor, letting his rock hard member spring forward. With wand in one hand he used the other to close the door with enough purpose to rouse Petunia from her lustful daze.
Petunia turned around and almost with one motion was on her knees, hand grabbing Harry's upper thighs. "P-p-please Harry, please I need this, please just let me. Please."
Somewhere, in the brief moment as he relished the sight of Petunia on her knees ready to serve him, the old, true Harry came through, and he felt fear. Fear that what he was doing was immoral, and wrong. A fear that this was not him, it was this thing that had awakened in him, that had been tormenting his sleepless nights, yet had now given him the power to be in this situation. Most of all it was a fear that he would not be able to stop himself, that he would need more, and he was willing to take it, in fact he wanted to take it. Petunia was only the start, he would use whomever for his own pleasure as he saw fit, because he had the power to take it.
"You're a whore Petunia, aren't you?" Harry asked her coldly. She shook her head much to girly for her usual self. "Then suck it whore," Harry barked at her, an aggression in his voice he had never heard before. Immediately his aunt had his cock in her mouth. Harry was instantly in bliss. He could not tell if his aunt was extremely good at this or if it was always such a feeling of elation, either way the old whore seemed to be enthusiastic. Between the influence of Harry's aura and the gentle push of his Confundus Petunia had no thoughts of her husband and child just downstairs. Her one thought was Harry and what she could do to please him. She tried her hardest to take her nephews cock into her throat. Though she could easily take all of her husbands 4" member, she was gagging herself on Harry's cock.
Meanwhile Harry hand leaned back against the door and closed his eyes savoring his first blow job. As he listened to the slurps, ahhhs, and gags coming from his aunt, he wished it was one of the many tight pieces of wizard ass from Hogwarts, though couldn't deny her hot wet tongue dancing around his cock was the best thing he had ever felt. As Harry began to feel his climax approach he decided Petunia could do better so he grabbed the back of her head for encouragement and shoved into her. Harry decided it was a good time to do another test so he used all his focus not taken by his cock to attempt to push more of his magic into Petunia. This time he concentrated on her pleasure solely.
Petunia was dutifully slobbering on her nephews shapely cock when suddenly a wave came over her more powerful than anything she had ever felt. It was like 100 simultaneous orgasms all held just on the brink of release. It was torture beyond belief, mind meltingly blissful, and it brought her to tears. Taking the cock out of her mouth, tears in her eyes she cried, " oh God, oh God please, oh"
Harry knew what she needed. "Play with your self... now whore!" Harry yelled. With no hesitation Petunia's right hand dove back under her panties and Harry let his magic go. Petunia was racked with orgasmic elation beyond close to anything she'd felt in her lifetime. She could feel the magic running through her, something she had fantasized since her sister got her letter while herself, the stupid little muggle whore got nothing. It was to much the energy electrifying her cunt, orgasm after orgasm ran through her, with the taste of magic she'd always desired.
As Harry watched his aunt becoming a wet mess below him, he continued to fuck her moaning face. Harry went for his final few pumps as he grew to climax as he shoved himself further than she had been able to take him before. Flattening his balls against her now struggling chin. This caused Petunia to gag stronger that she had already, arching her back yet not daring to pull away from his dick. Harry drove his dick deeper in his aunts throat as she heaved. He could feel her mouth and throat filling with globs of hot saliva as it began to ooze down her chin. He continued to push further and harder as he finished in her throat pumping his seed directly into her stomach. Pulling out of her throat, watching his mess drip from the two of them and puddle on the floor.
Petunia hungerly swallowed the leftovers of Harry. It was strange, as if she could taste the power in his cum, it fueled her orgasms further. As she scooped more of the powerful wizards cum from her chin into her mouth she saw it began to form a small puddle on the floor. Like a starved animal she dove into it, lapping it from the floor. Her one deepest fantasy, the taste of magic she was denied at birth. She lost all sense of reality as she succumbed to orgasm after orgasm. Petunia never even realized harry left the door open as he left her there a passed out, wet quivering mess on the bathroom floor.
Harry went to bed that night with a smile on his face, wondering whether it would be Vernon or Dudley who found Petunia laying on the bathroom floor, with their illicit evidence ingested. He knew without a doubt Petunia would never admit to what she had done, and he trusted the other two would believe what ever fainting spell story she gave them. For just a moment as Harry lay there with his own thoughts dissolving into dreams something deep, buried away in the most inaccessible recesses of his own mind a voice shouted out "You monster, stop this before its to late!". The smile did not waver on Harry's own face as he knew this was simply the old Harry, the weak, un-needed Harry. The new Harry Potter was here, the one who unlocked the gift Voldemort left inside him and things were all the better for it.
Chapter 2: Ebb of Influence
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The following few days before the Weasley's arrival were much less eventful for Harry. Petunia was staying out of the house a lot which gave him quite a bit of time to his thoughts. He knew this thing inside of him was given to him by the one man who hated him more than anything. He knew he unlocked it in a sense and was getting better at figuring out how to use it for his own gain.. The more he thought about it the funnier it was to Harry. This gift, his now most powerful aspect was given to him to by his would be murdered. Though Harry noted there was a possibility this thing was actually part of his mother or father but some how that seemed unlikely. The power he felt rippling through him was immense yet somehow it felt cold, calculated, it made him feel the same. He figured it must of been the way Lord Voldemort had always felt.
This was not the time for thoughts like this however as today was the day the Weasley's came to pick Harry up for the Quidditch world cup. The Durseleys would not be there however as Petunia had begged Vernon to take the family out as she claimed she did not want to meet those 'Insane people'. Harry knew the truth. The moment that his aunt regained her senses that night in the bathroom, and Harry's influence over her was released she felt regret and shame in her actions. Shame not only with the her own wanton depravity, but the simple fact that she wanted more and if given the opportunity she would do it again. What ever sick twisted magic Harry performed on her that night somehow seemed to linger long after the orgasms subsided, causing her much trouble behaving normally whenever her nephew was near, therefore she thought it best to be out of the house when he would be picked up by another group of odd wizards.
Harry had been completely packed and ready for nearly forty minutes at this point as he sat diligently by the fireplace. Not only did he long to see his friends and fellow students again after the short yearly break, young Harry was practically tingling from excitement brought on by the wondrous new possibilities his latest powers allowed him. Just how much would his unique influence and seemingly overnight mastery of all things magical, be able to satiate this new craving for forbidden enjoyment? Harry had always seen Hogwarts as a home, and essentially it still was to him, but to the new part that had taken over his mind it was now a veritable smorgasbord of possibility only matched by the day he first walked into those halls, yet to even cast a real spell, eyes wide with wonder and heart fluttering with anticipation.
When the red headed bunch began walking out of the fireplace single file Harry stood there with, Hedwig, his trunk, his cloak, his map, and his firebolt already in hand. It was everything he cared about in this world sans his friends.
"Harry! Howv'e you been mate?" Ron said as he went in for a one arm hug.
"Glad to see you lot, I'm ready to get out of here" Harry responded, unable to return the gesture with his arms full of his worldly possessions.
"Blimey mate, been working out av'e you?" Ron sad as he ended their short embrace.
Before Harry had the chance to respond, Arthur stepped out of the fire and said, "Ah Harry my boy!" Arthur smiled as he put his hand on Harry's shoulder "Hows the muggle life been treating you?"
Harry responded with an awkward smile and a short shrug of the shoulders. He found this first interaction with the magical world in some time to be welcomed, but somehow he felt odd, out of place in a sense. It was like he was fighting an internal battle to be the Harry Potter they all expected him to be. Even with all the newfound bravado he had conquered Petunia with, he felt nervous and out of place, as if the fellow wizards could see into his new true self.
"And wheres your muggle family gone to?"Arthur continued, obviously unaware of any discomfort in the young wizard.
"Oh yea they had something come up... muggle stuff, you know" Harry shrugged again.
"Well that's that then I suppose. Harry you'll sleep at the Burrow tonight then tomorrow its off to the World Cup nice in early." Arthur said in an exciteful voice. And with that Ron, Arthur, The Twins and Harry stepped back into to the fireplace each disappearing in puffs of emerald green flame.
In the outskirts of England nestled somewhere in the breezy countryside, The Burrow stood bathed in an atypical calmness it had not seen in many days. Four of its usual rowdy residents were out leaving its current count at three lovely witches, three owls, one cat, a pen full of pigs, a family of busy garden gnomes, and one ghoul, all of witch were grateful for the temporary peacefulness. The youngest two witches were nestled away in a bedroom on the first floor landing. Ginny and Hermione both practically hummed with excitement. Hermione had talked Ginny into quizzing her from Magical Mishaps, a 6th year book containing some very gruesome descriptions of spells gone wrong. In between various quiz questions Ginny would slip in her own questions about Harry.
"What was the spell that rebounded and caused Peony Rosewood to literally die of laughter in 1884" Ginny asked dryly.
"Oooh ummm,...Ridickulous?" Hermione answered as a question even though she was sure of the answer.
Ginny pushed a lock a strikingly red hair from her face as she switched to the next card quiz card Hermione had written for herself. "Do you think Harry will notice how much we've grown over the summer?" Ginny asked teasingly. She gave a quick look down at her own barely noticeable breasts that looked even more non-existent at the moment as she lay chest down on her bed, head propped on one hand, knees bent so her bare soles pointed towards the ceiling.
"Oh come on girl you know 'little Harry' will be excited to see you." Both girls giggled as Ginny's freckles were shadowed by her reddening skin. "And you know nobody seems to know I have any, no matter how much they keep growing." Hermione feint an expression of exhaustion as she grabbed at her own chest which was at least two good handfuls.
"Well hopefully my prat brother takes notice soon, one of us needs to be getting attention at least." Ginny with a smile as she lazily tossed the quiz cards on her bed beside her.
"Oh come on you hussy, I think I hear the floo" Hermione retorted.
As soon as Harry made it through the floo he saw Ginny, Hermione, and Molly waiting with bright smiles. All three of the ladies took immediate notice of the new Harry. No longer the scraggly young boy, he was most definitely a young man. From the thickness of his forearms and chest to the extra 2 or 3 inches of height. They also noted something else harder to pin down. It wasn't as if Harry had been anything but a good looking kid, but now his face seemed to be more angular, more masculine and there was something else. Some sort of pull they felt, buried deep down somewhere was a need. For what, all but Ginny would never dare to admit out loud.
Hermione was the closest to the fire place and therefore first in Harry's round of hugs. Harry caught a mouthful of brown fluffy curls as she brought him in tight. "Oh it's so good to see you Harry, we all missed you." Said Hermione. As she pressed against him Harry got the feeling of warmth, safety, and true happiness radiating off of Hermione as if he could read her emotions like a book. It felt so good to Harry that the rest of the Burrow seemed to just melt away. In fact it was so comforting that Harry forgot all about his new gift. Letting his control go for one moment he felt the power ooze out of himself once more, yet this time it was not intentional. Scared and confused Harry quickly jerked out of Hermione's embrace, leaving her standing there wide eyed and slightly slack jawed from Harry's sudden reaction. At least Harry hoped that was the reason and not because she had felt a taste of his influential aura. He would rather no-one know, but the risk of jeopardizing his friendships was even greater. Harry knew if any of his friends, better yet if any student at Hogwarts could get a read on him, it would be Hermione. He took a small swallow and moved on to the next of his greeting. Both Molly and Ginny gave him, friendly hugs as well. Both also lingering a bit longer and hugging a little tighter than he last remembered. During these hugs Harry made a new discovery about himself, and his new abilities. He was somehow able to smell a person in a whole new way, as if his nose had been opened for the first time. Not only was he able to smell the small nuances like their body-wash, and even what they had to eat today, it was as if he could smell their emotion. Harry had heard the phrase animals can smell your fear, and he was sure in that moment, that with practice he could to. He wondered to himself if that was something he inherited from Voldemort's bond to snakes.
As Harry mulled this over in his head, Molly Weasley looked him over and said, "Oh Harry I'm just so glad those Muggles finally decided to start feeding you right. You know I'm always telling Arthur that I think they starve you over there, don't I Arthur."
"Yes yes dear, always saying you think he needs to put some meat one those bones. But look at you now boy, you're growing up as fast as Fred and George did." Arthur replied. The conversation continued similarly for a while there in the Burrow's living room, half the time about the next day's Quidditch game, and half about Harry, his growth spurt, and what he did over break.
Later that day once the excitement of his arrival had passed Harry and Ron headed up to Ron's room to discuss the upcoming world cup game. A topic that would quickly deteriorate into a heated discussion on which of the many female Quidditch stars would be the best in bed, or in short, boy stuff.
Down one floor and across the hall Hermione and Ginny were deep into a conversation of there own. "Oh Merlin, did you feel his arms?" Ginny squealed, "its like he did nothing but work out all summer! And his eyes were they green-er? I swear they were. Ahhhhh Mione I can't handle it he's to much!"
"Whoa there, Down girl." Hermione laughed. "I don't know what it was, but something was definitely different" she smiled. Behind the veil of her smile hid a sinking feeling of worry. She was sure she felt something when she Hugged him, something that scared her. Somewhere even deeper inside herself, the part of her subconscious she uses to store no good things that don't need to be dealt with, lay a hint of something that excited her in that single hug, maybe that's the very thing that scared her. The wanting.
The next days festivities went by like a blur. Between the cheering fans, being with his surrogate family, and more butterbeer than he'd ever had, Harry was able to forget about the rest of the craziness in his life. For once he felt like just a normal wizard, a normal kid even. Nobody could know at the time but it was the last time Harry Potter ever felt that way.
Harry felt as though he had barely lain down to sleep when he was shaken awake. Though the tent was quiet Harry knew for certain danger was close. His new primalistic animal like instincts could smell it in the air. Quickly Harry grabbed his wand, his blankets flew off of him as if yanked by an invisible hand. As Harry went for his robes he heard a titanic crack echo through the sleepy campground. Springing into action immediately he exited his tent room, yelled through the rest of the tent for Arthur to wake up, and proceeded into the night through the canvas opening.
Once outside Harry noted the cold nip to the night breeze, and he quickly shoved it into the cabinet labeled, 'Things to worry about later'. As if on instinct alone Harry set off in a determined pace towards the commotion. Harry knew there was no physical reason for him to know exactly where the ruckus was coming from, but he did. He knew exactly where it was coming from and he knew it was danger... no, no it was excitement he corrected himself. The corners of his mouth shot up in a short smile.
Harry was upon the scene quickly. Seven full grown wizards, garbed in full hooded robes with masked faces laughed and cackled as they trounced through the campsites. One sent tent poles flying with a swish of his wand while the others pointed theirs upwards. Above the small crowd was 2 adults, and a girl just a bit younger than Harry. The three, muggles as Harry concluded, were in various stages of disrobement, while being contorted and stretched in all manner of obscene angle, for the wizards entertainment. The older female, looked as though she was held up by an invisible rope tied only around her ankle. Her other leg bent awkwardly at the hip and knee, the free foot almost touching her butt. The lady's breasts hung unnaturally upside-down, occasionally being violently jerked invisibly by the nipple one way or the other, whatever her captors found funnier that second. The older male was bent forward in half as if being pressed down upon with great force. His captors had managed to get his own cock into his mouth. Something the muggle had tried about 30 years ago to no success then. The young girl was bent similarly forward. Her small elbows nearly pinned together behind her back, head nearly pinned to her knees. As the wizards spun her around they yanked what remained of her torn panties from her ass. With more quick movements from their wands the captures took turns throwing small items with great force at her ass. Seemingly whoever caused with the loudest smack was the winner. The whole scene look reminiscent of something harry would conjure up in his own mind during one of his dark flashes. Both the scene and the chance to test his magic excited him in a twisted way.
Harry attacked. In succinct harmony with the gift inside him, he was like an artistic weapon of magic. His wand strokes painted a brilliant canvas, in perfect balance with the two sets of joined power flowing through him, his own and Voldemort's. Two of the masked wizards were suddenly and violently ripped from where they stood, weeds plucked by an unseen gardener. The three muggles were dropped from there invisible bonds as the remaining five wizards turned, wands at the ready. The muggles exposed bodies ever so gently hit the mud as Harry caught them all with a cushioning charm. Following their safety Harry immediately went back on the attack, not thinking twice that it was 5 fully grown wizards that now stood before him and were slowly realizing his presence. An underhanded and non-verbal bombarda hit the first one in the shoulder, causing him to fly backwards into a tent. Three spells of green and purple hurled back at Harry, though he had been moving out the way as soon as the wizards twitched their wrists. Turning out from behind another tent Harry shot a stupefy into the group. A well built wizard stepped forward as he blocked the spell, stumbling back as if not expecting the force. Harry noted silvery white hair under the hood. As Harry ducked behind a nearby tent he threw two powerful Flipendo spells in quick succession, aimed at their knees, resulting in a loud snap followed by a scream from the one wizard not fast enough to block it. Harry's smile grew wider, as he gained more determination fueld by the sounds of pain.
As Harry stepped back out from behind the tent he realized his mistake, a spell was already headed straight for him. Knowing with certainty he could not get his shield charm up in time Harry focused inwards on his gift. Projecting his magic forwards he tried to create a defensive barrier with it. The stunner exploded around him sending a shower of red sparking magic around his body. Harry exhaled a quick sigh of relief as he felt no pain or effect. He wasn't sure that was going to work. Another Bombarda from Harry sent one more of the wizards flying over the many tents. The remaining 3 non injured wizard made the snappy decision that the fun had ended for the night. Bursting into a swirling cloud of smoke they apparated into the night, stopping only to grab their injured comrades.
Harry's mind turned towards the abused muggle family, running forward to see them. As he approached he could see all three unresponsive, naked, face down in the mud. Harry knew the parents were dead their contorted bodies un-moving. He sensed a hint of life in the young girl however. She lay there in a half fetal position brown hair matted with mud to her forehead and cheek. Her her bare ass was already starting to take shades of purple as he could see small trickles of blood start to roll down into her crack. Shoving his wand into his pocket Harry dropped down behind the girl. Grabbing her under the arms and legs he scooped her limp body into his own arms. Holding the little girl gently he stood up and began walking her over towards a large table set up near one of the tents. He cast an unseen accio, causing multiple blankets and pillows to come flying from a few tents, laying themselves down in a perfect makeshift bed. As Harry pulled the covers gently over the naked girl he started to realize the crowd of awestruck and still frightened wizards that began forming around him. Looking through the crowd he eyed Arthur, and the rest of the Weasley pack all dressed haphazardly with whatever they could throw on quickly, all with wands in hand seemingly ready to come to his un-needed aid.
It was when Harry saw both Hermione, and Ginny standing there with looks of fearful admiration, that Harry began to take notice of his own stark nakedness. Dressed only in his night-time sweatpants, as he forgot to put on a shirt as he dashed out the door. Harry noted
the redness on the females faces, only then realizing the bulge growing in his pants fueled simply by his own display of pure power. Though he was not fully erect, his lack of underwear and the sheerness of his sweatpants left little to the imagination of any wandering eyes. Deciding quickly that he was not the least bit ashamed or worried about it at the moment he began walking towards the group. Ginny was first to lose the battle of adverting her eyes as Harry walked their way. His now nearly eight inch cock shifted tantalizingly from side to side as he strode purposefully their way. Multiple other witches young and old, including Hermione, tied for a close second behind Ginny as the boy who lived moved heroically through the campground.
During this brief walk Harry quickly began to feel more and more aware of his own situation. It was like the piece of Voldemort inside of him was satiated by his domination of the other wizards, allowing for the old Harry to be brought closer to the surface. Suddenly the whole situation seemed like he had just woken from a bad dream. Two muggles lay dead just a short ways behind him, and he was the one who rescued their daughter from the same fate by somehow not being blasted to bits by no less then seven adult wizards. As he reached the Weasley's he was at a sudden loss for any meaningful words.
Hermione was the first to break the silence, "What in the blazes were you thinking! I,I,I...I am just so glad you're okay Harry, I saw you casting spells and other wizards and I,I,I…" she cut herself off as she threw herself into a tight embrace around Harrry. Ron and Ginny were wide eyed with the same nervous energy as The Twins, and Arthur kept glancing around, as if expecting more assailants to come springing out of a nearby tent.
"Come on then" Arthur began, "You all best head on home, and quickly. Harry I'm sure the ministry will have an endless supply of questions for you, but for now get back to the Burrow and get some rest, I will do my best to answer their questions and hopefully you can get to Hogwarts tomorrow before they can bombard you with nonsense. No go on all of you, I will pack the tent… oh and Harry, put a shirt on, its freezing out here." The group hustled off without need for another word. Both Ginny and Hermione silently volunteering to keep Harry warm as they sandwiched him between them as they walked.
Chapter 3: A Friendly Face
Summary:
Forewarning this one gets dark quick. Take it as a sign of things to come, so if it offends you, don't expect it to get any more tame.
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Harry lazily twirled his wand in playful circles. Above him silently floated the young brown haired muggle girl he saved at the world cup. She was completely nude except a pair of torn and mud-stained cotton panties with little red hearts. Harry added a small jerking motion to the soft circles of his wand tip. The cute panties were pulled violently to one side. The white hems bit into her skin as the soft elastic was stretched to its limit, eventually ripping off her completely. Swollen red markings began to form at her hip and inner thigh where the elastic broke against her. The unnamed girl was floating there, toes just barely off the ground in front of the couch where Harry currently sat. Her arms bound together behind her with unseen rope and forced upwards towards the ceiling in an angle that bent her forwards with putting great strain on her shoulders. Now completely nude Harry could see the young girls battered ass fully. With another spin of his wand Harry brought the floating muggle closer so her ass cheeks were perfectly at his eye level. He then brought back his hand and smacked her little firm ass with all his might. If her ass was not already a collage of reds and purples, there would have been a bright stinging hand print that covered the entirety of her right cheek and more. With both hands Harry forced the little girls ass cheeks apart. He was meet with the cutest little puckered ass hole he had ever seen. Resting his thumb on her little rosebud for a moment, he enjoyed the contractions that reacted to each bit of gentle pressure he applied. Without warning Harry gave a sharp push and penetrated her tightest hole with his dry thumb, quickly beginning to pump in and out of it.
Satisfied with his molestation of her tightest hole, Harry yanked his thumb out and gave the little ass a few more hard stinging slaps. With out even touching his wand this time Harry spun the floating brunette around to face him. As he did this Harry was met with two very scared brown eyes that darted up and down himself in fear. Harry realized that the girl must actually be awake, just under a spell similar to a Petrificus Totalus, only able to move her eyes. This meant not only was she conscious, but that she could and has been able to feel everything Harry was doing. If anything this only excited him further. Cupping the side of the girls face gently, he saw her eyes react in shock at the sudden gentle caring. She pleaded Harry with her eyes. He responded with an open palm hard across her cute little face, defeat was instantly present in the girls eyes. With this Harry lowered his pants and fished out his thick member and began stroking his hardness just inches under the dollish features of her face. With dick in one hand Harry smacked the girl again before running both hands through her perfectly straight brown hair. The girls body was perfectly pliable in Harry's hands allowing him to grab a tight hold of the girls hair and move her head at his complete will, something that would not have been possible if this was simply a Petrificus Totalus like he thought earlier.
Holding her limp head in place he guided it downwards until her lips were gently resting on the tip of his swollen cock. Harry enjoyed this the soft sensation of the poor girls lips for a moment as he began to rock her head back and forth across is tip, letting her delicate lips tease his most sensitive spots. Taking his right hand away from this girls silky hair, Harry slid two fingers into the girls mouth. What was originally done to make sure the girl was incapable of biting down, quickly turned into Harry seeing how far he could fit his two fingers into her mouth, enjoying the sensations of her wet tongue trying to expel him from inside. Content that the muggle was incapable of clamping her jaw at the moment, Harry began to push his dick inside her mouth. Deeper Harry continued until he felt the head of his cock buried inside her tight little throat and then he began to thrust. Her throat fought back as it tried to hack, gag, spit, and push out the dick currently buried inside it. The feeling of her throat milking him was beyond comprehension for Harry. Looking into her eyes he was sure he could see tears, even though it would've been impossible in her current predicament. His hands still clutching her hair tightly, he laid back his own head, closed his eyes and continued to fuck the little throat, enjoying the sounds of wet low gurgles. As he felt his climax reaching near he tightened his grip on the poor muggle girls curly hair and increased his thrusts until there was a soft rhythm of his balls slapping against her saliva wettened chin. Harry bottomed his cock out one more time when he realized the girl he was currently using did not have curly hair. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw his dick fully buried in the mouth of a mascara tear stained Hermione. The sight alone was enough to make him empty himself in her throat as he stared into her eyes.
"Harry" Hermoine's voiced echoed around him. He looked back down at her mouth still occupied by his dick.
"Harry wake up," Hermione's voice echoed again.
Harry felt a hand placed on the top if his left knee and was quickly jolted awake. As he opened his eyes he was greeted by a rather flustered and extremely red looking Hermione. Quickly removing her hand from Harry's left knee she gave a quick nervous glance out the window, to Harry's crotch and back out the window unable to meet his gaze. Harry noted the bulge easily visible in his lap. He wished he had been wearing his robes already.
"I, errr, um... I'm, s-s-sorry to wake you up Harry. The, um, were getting close to Hogwarts, and, and I just thought you would want to see this, sorry " Hermione said as she stole the briefest of glances once more. She held out a copy of the daily prophet with a headline in large that read.
Hero of the World Cup,
Krum or Potter?
Two large moving pictures also dominated the front page side by side. The one on the left was of Victor Krum and his game winning snitch catch. The picture followed him as he made a truly dazzling dive-bomb on his broom grabbing the golden snitch just moments before it would be to late to pull up on his broomstick and avoiding a sickening crash with the ground. Krums picture would then fly up close to the page, very obviously showing off a fluttering snitch, before letting it go to repeat the process over without fail.
The picture on the right was of a shirtless harry standing in the field of tents where he defeated the death eaters. Harry found his own picture to be much to smug looking as it stood there in his sweatpants with crossed arms. As Hermione handed him the paper Harry had the very peculiar feeling that the person on the front of the paper was not him. Though his body had over-gone a lot of masculine changes from even half a year ago, it was more then just a physical thing. It was like looking at a Bogart in his own form, as if something in his mind was trying to disassociate from himself entirely. "I just hope that muggle girl is okay." Harry said calmly. He truly did mean this to, even if his own personal fantasies and dreams were an indicator otherwise.
"Last I've heard, St. Mungos was taking the best of care for her. She should be clear to leave soon." Hermione reassured him. She looked around the compartment with a slight nervousness. At the moment it was just the two of them, Ron apparently occupied elsewhere. "Harry, I, umm... I've been meaning to ask you...". She continued as her eyes meet Harry's for the briefest of moments only. "Did something hap..."
The compartment door was slid open with a dull bang. In stepped a beaming Ron, carrying what appeared to be at least 15 chocolate frogs. "Look!" Ron exclaimed. "Won them in a game of exploding snap with Seamus and a couple of loaded Ravenclaw first years!". "Help yourself hero," He said with a teasing wink, nodding to the paper Hermione held, as he dumped the armful of angular boxes into the seat beside her. Picking up a box Ron gestured it in Harry's direction.
"No thanks mate, maybe back in the common room" Harry responded to his friendly offer.
"Right suit yourself, more for me I suppose," Ron said as he bit into a frog head first. It's body stopped struggling to escape his grasp shortly after. Harry noted the cold savagery of it. A simple thing to wizards really, but to a muggle Ron must have appeared to enjoy his food eaten still alive. Harry brought his attention back to Hermione. She was lost in thought staring out the window at the hills gently rolling by. Harry usually attributed her current look to when she was doing charms homework 4 grades to high, or serious issues like the time she spent all those countless nights researching Nicholas Flamel their first year. Her gentle brow line slightly askew, eyes narrowed by mere millimeters, a minuscule purse to the tips of her lips. Though her face seemed as if it had been screwed on just a quarter turn to tight, the rest of her body said other wise. Her posture was loose and relaxed. Her soft shoulders lacking there usual tension. It seemed to Harry that her mind was so distracted elsewhere, that she simply forgot about her body. Harry had never found Hermione to be quite so beautiful. What worried him however was the fact she was thinking, and Harry knew with absolute certainty that he was caught. When Hermione set her mind to something it was not if, but when she would figure it out, like a simple math problem. He wasn't sure what all she knew about what was happening with him, but he was sure, it was more than anyone should be able to figure out with such little clues.
Harry figured it was better late than never to talk to her, but didn't want to talk about his gift so openly in front of Ron. He loved the goofy redhead like a brother, but didn't trust that the whole school wouldn't know in an hour that Harry had 'bonded' to a portion of you-know-who, if he talked openly about it in front of Ron. Deciding it was time to test the limits of his power once again, he closed his eyes and focused on the part of him that was not entirely him. He let the foreign magic pulse out of him. Turning his focus towards Ron he tried to give him a subliminal nudge out the door.
As Harry continued to focus he heard Ron exclaim, "Oh look at that a Grindlewald card!", standing up Ron continued, "Dean was wanting one of these, maybe i can trade him for his Gwenog Jones. I'll be back." He said over his shoulder as he closed the compartment door behind him. Harry wasn't convinced that his attempts had anything to do with Rons departure really, just a seeming coincidence.
"So you wanted to talk, Hermione?" Harry asked as if he didn't already no the subject of her question.
"Ummm yea," she answered sheepishly. "Did something happen with you over summer break Harry? I, I, I'm not saying its bad or anything I just... I don't know. Look at you." Her eyes bounced quickly down to his body then back to meet his gaze, "and the world cup Harry, i mean, what... how, that was 7 Death Eaters from what you described and you just rushed in and came out looking like the hero on the cover some romance novel, carrying the damsel to saftey!" She practically spit out the last few words. Immediately Hermione wanted them back, wanted the words to be unsaid.
"You think I could be on the cover of a romance novel huh?, I was think more like an action movie star, you know like a young Harrison Ford!" He teased, ruffling his raven black hair as he spoke.
"Harry please! I'm serious!" Her tone was direct but her face burned red hot.
"I know, I know I'm sorry Hermione, I just don't really know what it is." This was not the whole truth, but he thought it better to ease her into the idea of him having a copy of Voldemort's powers locked inside of him. Harry took a deep breath as he waded through the options of how best to go about it. "Something... changed in me Hermione, it was like an awakening. I was doing some of those breathing exercises you taught me and something just clicked. It was like I tapped into something that was always inside me, just sleeping. From that moment I can almost feel the magic flowing through me." Harry took a breath as he played with his messy hair again. This time it was his eyes that could not meet Hermione's as she stared at him intensely astute. Harry continued on, "I don't really know how much I can explain it, but I can do things. Things I don't know if anyone else can do." Again another not false, but not the whole truth statement as Harry was fairly certain his new 'empathic' abilities were something he now shared with a certain Dark Lord.
"You mean like survive a killing curse?" Hermione said in an attempt to break the tension with a joke, smiles appearing on both their faces for just a moment.
"How about I just show you Hermione" Harry finally said
"What do you mean by that?" She asked in a voiced that was serious and curious but trembled towards the very end.
"I don't know really, but if you trust me I can show you what has changed with me in a way. I can show you a bit of what I can do" Harry said calmly.
"You know I trust you Harry, but I don't understand" she said.
"Ok look just relax, I'm going to close my eyes and you watch, if you feel start to uncomfortable just let me know and I'll stop. Ok?" Harry asked for her assurance. Hermione nodded. She was a potion mixed two parts curiosity, one part anxiety, and the smallest drop of lust.
Harry closed his eyes and focused himself once more. Every time he did this it seemed to come easier. It was like every time he tapped into Voldemort's powers the bond was strengthen a little bit more. Keeping his eyes closed he let the feelings of comfort, friendship, and love flow from his very essence. Focusing on his Bushy haired friend he tried to envelope her with these emotions. Harry continued to do this for he was unaware its effect on Hermione. That was until he felt the most delicate pair of lips imaginable meet his. Harry's eyes sprang open and he was staring straight into Hermione's brilliant brown eyes. She seemed to be as shocked as he was at the kiss she planted on Harry. Hermione let out a sound like a yell, but was much to high pitched to be called one. Crimson faced she spun towards the door threw it open and darted down the corridor without bothering to close the door behind her. The last couple of minutes before the train reached Hogsmeade were filled with worry from Harry. He didn't mean to push her that hard, he didn't mean for her to be that effected, and he surely didn't mean for her to kiss him. Harry hoped he had not just thrown away his friendship. As the train came to a swaying stop Harry's mind went back to his earlier dream and of him deep inside the muggle girls throat, that turned into a crying gagging version of Hermione's face he was fucking. Harry seriously debated going to the first cabin full of young witches he could find and just dumping as much of his influential aura into it as he could. Sure that would have its own serious consequences, but it would be a great way to stop worrying about Hermione.
Chapter 4: Words Unspoken
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The great hall was lively with young witches and wizards, jovial to be back with friends, as well as newly sorted first years filled with nervous excitement. The observant onlooker may note two individuals with much less light-hearted spirits. Harry sat at the trio's usual spot, yet the party was split. Hermione sat at the far end of the long table seemingly refusing to look Harry's way. That was it, Harry thought to himself. She fucking hates me. Harry stabbed at his food in a wave of self-loathing. Looking around the Great Hall for a visual distraction Harry eyed Dumbledore stand from his seat and give two gentle taps of his wand to his goblet in the other hand. Two magically loudend twangs rang out, quickly silencing the rambunctious students.
"My dear students, I welcome you all to another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I wish each and every one of you, the most of luck in your pursuit of magic and journey of knowledge." Dumbledore said to the now still room. "To began the year I have a few announcements i would like to share with you all. Firstly I would like to introduce you all to your newest Defense Against the Dark arts Teacher, Professor Allister Moody." Dumbledore gestured his hand to the open main doors of the Great Hall. There stood the rugged old ex Aurour, blue eye spinning from table to table. Alarm bells went off in Harry's head, the little gift in the back of his mind sensing danger once more. 'Curious' he thought to himself. After the half-hearted applause subsided, Dumbledore spoke again.
"The second announcement comes at great pride from my part. I am happy to announce that the famous Tri-Wizard tournament will be hosted here at Hogwarts this year." At this point all ears hung on his every word. "I wish all of you who are of age the best of luck if you are chosen to participate in this most momentous of challenges." Dumbledore continued, "With this announcement also brings new guests, from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I hope you will all treat them as if they were your fellow classmates while they share these halls with you all." Dumbledore motioned to the Great Hall doors once more in time too see a congregation of male students entering. They marched more than walked in, with the trained precision of a military squad. The young men all seemed hyper-focused, intent on nothing less than being their schools champion.
Following shortly after the Durmstrang students was the lovely ladies from Beauxbatons. Harry was impressed that such a large group of people could move with such silent grace. It was as if they floated in only moving there legs for show. The front most girl stood out immediately to Harry as he recognized her as being a least some portion Veela. Not only was it evident in her angelic appearance, but it was clear as every males jaw seemed to loose the ability of tension as she passed them. Harry remembered this same thing from the world cup, and just like then he didn't really see what all the fuss was about. Sure he could recognize she was a beautiful specimen of a human, but she was just never really the type he had any sort of fantasy for. As the Veela girl passed Harry she gave him a quick unseen sided eyed glance. Why was this boy not ogling over her? How could he just sit there and pay her no attention! Was he refilling his pumpkin juice as she passed! Pumpkin juice was more important than her! Fucking Pumpkin Juice!!. Fleur closed her eyes momentarily, and focused inwards, letting her Veela allure fill the room again, noting that she needed to keep the hot headed bit of her Veela side to a minimum while she was here... Fucking Pumpkin Juice she thought to herself.
Harry was more focused on other women letting the Beauxbatons ladies pass him by, as he took the momentary distraction to study Hermione. Surprisingly what he thought he saw was a look of intrigue. Surely this half Veela was not having the same effect on Hermione as it seemed to take on all the other slack jawed men in the room. Before he could get a further read on her she quickly stood up and hurriedly left the Great Hall without being seen, by anyone other than Harry and the large spinning eye of their new professor. He saw her turn left out the doors and he immediately knew she was headed to the place she felt most comfortable, the library. Harry followed closely behind, hoping he could somehow find a moment to talk to her.
When he caught up with Hermione she was already in the library. Silently entering he could see her looking at books in the section listed Magical Creatures. Harry saw her reach a slender arm up towards a book just inches out of reach for her. Her determination fueled her movements as she stretched trying to find a hidden extra inch in her arm. Every time she reached for the book her dress shirt was pulled upwards flashing bits of skin seldom seen from Hermione. Harry couldn't help think just how beautiful she was, struggling and stretching with no success other than the few gentle bounces her breast and ass made. As Hermione went for the book ladder Harry decided to make his presence known now that the show was over.
"Hermione" Harry started to speak before he was cut off by a panicked Hermione.
"Oh Harry it's you." She said with more anxiety than anger which Harry thought was a good sign. "Look Harry..."
"I'm sorry!" The two said in perfect unison.
"Wait you're sorry? I'm the one who," Harry said as he was cut off again.
"Harry you have nothing to be sorry about don't be ridiculous." Hermione said in her most matter of fact voice, as if Harry had just told her the wrong answer to a piece of charms homework.
"I'm sorry I couldn't control myself, I just... that thing you did Harry, I have felt it before you know. Not in the Burrow, I mean the pure emotion and love you showed me in that one moment, its always been there. Like the troll, first year when you saved me without once thinking of yourself. I had never felt so loved by anyone other than my parents, i know what you did in the train was different and I think I may have an idea on what's causing that kind of empathic ability, but I just wanted to say I'm sorry…. I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable, and most of all I'm sorry I have no self control I, I, I... just don't want to ruin our friendship" Hermione finally stopped to breath as she held back tears.
Wow that was alot Harry thought to himself. Harry tried to comfort her the only way he knew how at the moment, and pulled the curly haired girl in for a tight hug, trying to squeeze the anxiety away. "You know, I'm pretty sure you are the most incredible girl I've ever met, Mione, one silly kiss isn't going to change that." Harry said as he released the hug. Taking only half a step back he looked at her. She had that Hermione look again, pure unfaltering, unwavering determination... merlin did she wear it well.
"Do it again Harry" Hermione whispered now as the two were closer than ever between the rows of books. Harry immediately went in for another hug. "Well that's nice to but the other thing Harry." She giggled
"What do you mean..." he stopped his sentence short.
"Try it again please Harry." Hermione whispered softly. "I want to prove I'm strong enough this time". She knew that was only half the truth as a portion of her longed for the sensation again. On the train it was like a flood of dopamine had washed over her when he did it. It felt as if Harry had hugged her very soul.
"Mione please you don't need to do this" Harry assured her, reaching out to lovingly rub her arm.
"I do Harry... if not for anyone but myself" Hermione said with her unmistakable assurance. She stared a hole into the seem of his robes, not daring to look at his face for fear of faltering.
Harry stood there for a moment trying to get a read on Hermione without assistance from his new gifts. She still had that same look in her eyes. He knew she was serious about this. Reaching out with one hand he placed the outer side of his pointer finger under her chin. Gently he tilted her head upwards forcing her gaze to meet his. His hand was strikingly masculine in contrast to the soft feminine angles and curves of he face.
Staring into her eyes he spoke with a calm yet somehow forceful presence. "Ok Mione, I'll do it. But you have to promise me if it gets to much, or you feel uncomfortable you'll stop me, okay?"
"Phoenix." Hermione said succinctly.
"I'm sorry?" Harry responded in confusion.
"Phoenix, it will be the word I use to let you know if you need to stop." Hermione explained, "if I don't say Phoenix then you continue."
"Okay" Harry said. A single word the sign of their trust. In the back of his mind Harry noted that Hermione came up with that word fairly fast. She seemed far to sure of it, for it to be off the cusp. Hermione had thought of it before... little Hermione Granger had a go to planned safe-word.
"Ready? I'm just going to try and project my emotions onto you just like before." He asked.
Hermione nodded her head while noting the pairs already close proximity. "Ok here i go" Harry closed his eyes and once again focused on his gift. Ever so slowly he began to let this wave of power start to leak out, similar to what he had done with his aunt. Like trying to adjust a volume dial that was much to sensitive, Harry notched up the intensity hair by hair. For a small bit Harry thought Hermione would be successful in her attempts to resist his influence. If he could have seen the struggle painted on her face, he would have been much less confident in that. He then felt Hermione's bushy hair brush up against his chin and shortly there after her head gently rested into his chest. Not hearing any protest or Phoenix he continued. Hermione pushed herself against him with a bit more force. At this point Harry took a half step back with one foot so he could have his back against the bookshelves. As he did this Hermione's body followed. As it did Harry felt the unmistakable feeling of a Hogwarts skirt pressed up against his now slightly bent knee.
Unsure whether he should keep going Harry dropped his focus for a moment to ask Hermione. Before he could get the word out, Hermione whispered strenuously, "I didn't say Phoenix". Harry obliged by pushing his focus on Hermione again. This got an immediate reaction out of Her as she sank her weight down a fraction. Just enough so that Harry could clearly feel that his knee was pressing directly up against Hermione's most delicate of spots. His bodies reaction was instant as blood began to flow to his cock, and his mind raced with all manner of ideas that should be kept away from the library. Testing the waters Harry changed the emotion he was clouding her with ever so slightly.
Hermione was glad her face was buried in Harry's chest as her soft mound met his hard knee. Sparks shot into her senses lighting up all the pleasure centers of her brain. Filled with the most overwhelming, feeling of Harry's inner emotion she lost the fight she never really intended to win. The complete sense of pure love radiating over her, the feeling of Harry's strong arms now holding her, the pressure his knee placed on her little pussy, it was to much, the need inside her burned to hot. Hermione's hands met the edge of her skirt, grabbing it she pulled gently upwards until Harry's knee made its way under her skirt and now pressed firmly against her moistened panties. Her breathing began to grow heavier the moment Hermione began to grind her pussy into Harry's knee like the needy little slut she knew she currently was, but Hermione didn't care. For the first time in her life Hermione didn't care, because it didn't matter. All that mattered to her in that moment was Harry, and whether or not that was do to some sort of magical 'allure' wasn't important
Harry was surprised when he felt Hermione's skirt pulled above his knee. Though it killed him inside Harry knew he should let Hermione be in charge of the action, this time at least. Soft whimpering breaths began to fill their little corner of the library. Hermione's rhythm increased a she rocked back and forth with that patent determination. One side of Harry felt glad the entirety of Hogwarts was off in the Great Hall at the moment, but some deeper more illicit part of him wished they would get caught. Wished some teacher or even first year even would stumble in to see little miss perfect Hermione Granger making a greedy mess of herself there on Harry's knee.
Hermione's soft moans began to quicken as she reached her crescendo. Now all but straddling his knee Harry felt her hands shoot out to grab him as her body went rigid. No longer using his influence Harry reached out to grab the back of Hermione's head and neck, running his fingers partially through her curly hair. Pressing her face deeper into his chest he pressed his lips to her forehead. Harry wanted more, he wanted to tear away her little red and gold uniform and shove her head down into a pile of books. He wanted to use her for little more than a piece of fuckable meat. However the Gryffindor Harry inside him that screamed out to protect her was winning... for now.
The two held each other there in the back of the library for some time. The newest Hogwarts arrivals the furthest subject from their silent conversation. Surely the Great Hall was erupting with the sounds of new friendships being formed between the three schools, but it matter not to them, they had enough in each other here in the back of the messy library. It should have been odd or awkward really as Harry and Hermione had really ever only showed genuine friendship towards each other and never outright lust, but the moment felt perfect like they had done it 100 times and they would continue to countless more.
Hermione was the first to break the silence as she said in a wholly satisfied voice, "Well I guess failed huh?" As Harry debated whether he should try to comfort her, she continued, "That means we will have to try again I suppose."
Harry chuckled as he replied still holding Hermione in his arms, "I think we could do that, but don't expect me to take it so easy on you next time."
It was at this point that Hermione pulled away from him so she could look at his face with a playfully stern pout and say, "No, no, no I refuse to believe you were taking easy on me Harry Potter! Do you understand how hard I had to fight to hold out as long as I did?" Harry just replied with a smile and a kiss on her forehead once more. "If you're being serious Harry, do you understand what that means? No other wizard I've ever read about could do what you just did and call it easy. It was like somehow you were making every inch of my body, all my senses, and all my thoughts feel loved. Even more than that it was like you poured the very essence of love and everything happy over me."
"Well I guess I sort of tried to show you what you mean to me Hermione, and I kind of just let that energy flow out of me. Like I said before, it doesn't really make sense, and I don't know how it works, but I guess I just know how to do it… ever since that night over break" Harry told her.
It was with this that Hermione's expression changed into the familiar, 'I've just had a spark of brilliance' look that Harry loved so much, as she stepped away from him and said, "Oh right! That reminds me." She pointed towards the book she was struggling to reach when Harry first walked in on her. "Can you grab that book there please?" she asked him. Harry easily reached up ad past her leaning into her slightly as he did and pulled down a book with a slightly pinkish cover. As he turned the book around he could see the front read in a pretty yellow font, 'The Veela Allure'. As Harry looked at the book Hermione continued, "I realized something when the Beauxbatons girls walked in. The one in front was a Veela... obviously, and I remembered a book a read on them in the second year that I think may have something to do with you Harry."
"What does this have to do with me Hermione?" he asked quizzically, looking at the very feminine writing.
"Don't you see it, you obviously have some sort of Veela blood in you. I'm not sure if it was your mum or dad's side but, you should read the book Harry."
"Hermione that's not what it is, I can explain later, but for now I think we should start heading back to the common room before people start getting worried about us.
"Please read it Harry" she said again as she placed a tender hand on his chest. Without a further word the two began to walk from the library and towards the common rooms, arms brushing together as they walked.
Looking at the book he thought to himself about telling Hermione right then in ther that she was wrong and it had nothing to do with Veelas, and all to do with Voldemort and the piece of him he left in Harry. Strange though that Hermione was wrong, it might be the first time he could actually say that.
Continuing through the castle to Griffindor Tower another thought came to him... maybe there was a chance Hermione wasn't wrong. He couldn't say with any certainty Voldemort didn't have a Veela mother or even grandmother. Could it be that the Veela Allure was part of the gift and power Voldemort gave him. Either way Hermione was right, Harry should read that book.